UTSP 51: The Two new Words FUCK and Fornicate

 

It is sad that I have to type this Story again as the last time I posted on 7th March is somehow could not be uploaded either due to internet problem or the post got deleted by some virus on my pc.
This might be slightly different than what was the original post as I frankly don’t remember the exact words of my posting.

When I was in Class Vth, I was studying in ODF Yeddumailaram which is commonly known to situated and called as “SOUTH INDIA” by rest of the world, Actually geographically when Maharashtra is called in Central or western part of India so places near Hyderabad are technically no exactly in south of India but in a border where we define central and southern part of India.

Though this post do not focus on physical situation of India, I justwanted to use the stereotype that I lived in South India where a language was used which is diffrent than the two popular national lanugage of India i.e English and Hindi.just wanted
As every person in my school was comming form diffrent paraental baground, thus there was no common definite ground to take “HINDI” as basic language. As though Hindi is called as popular National Language of India, I was mostly raised in diffrent part of India where I never felt Hindi as National Language.
Thus as being in English medium school, Everyone was forced to learn English and communicate in the language or else pay the fine. Fine usually use to be small punishment or a note to your parent that the student is miss-behaving or not following the teachers. That note was enough to change the soul of a studnet those days..ha ha…

The main problem we faced in our Class Vth was, before Class Vth we all had permission to talk, express and learn in our native language. But form now most of our literature (except literature of other language) was wirtten in English. Thus to learn these subjects we need to learn English Compulsarly.
Now To teach any language to any person, first of all a “will to learn” has to be developed. The will to learn Engish was created by giving more importance to English than our native langue. People who know english were treated as Royal people and the people who dose not know English were looked down in most of Indian community. So Part 1 of learning English has begun at home, Public places and many other surroundings (including markets and parlaiment house of India). So to be treated as a Royal Member of so called grwoing “SOCIETY” student started learing English.

The second lesson to teach a language after the ‘will to learn’ is teach a person the words. If a person dose not know the words and what dose the indivisual words mean, he would never be able to express what he really trying to say.
Mostly we tried to translate our native language to English and most of Gramaticall wrong sentences developed which sometimes we still think are correct.

The primitve ones were
“They dont have money to walk house” which was exact translantion form Hindi sencence like “Unke Paas Ghar Chalane k liea Paise nahi the”
The better way of writing the sentence would have been “they did not have money to run the household”

Other jokes inclued “Sit Quite, Principle is revolving around the school”
“Open window let the air force come in”

On those days, management of school was still happy that students have at least started trying to learn English what ever the means they are applying.
Some days later, addresing to the problem of words and their meaning, Lot of school started the technique of learning two new words daily.
Every student was asked to learn two new words form the Dictonary and write it on the black board of class which all the classmates use to learn and copy and in their note books.
The motive was every year i.e in 365 days every student can add 730 words to his vocabluary. (365×2=730)

The overall idea seemed good but giving power to kids means their choice to create, distroy or complicate things daily. One of those experice include learnig such words which no one would be teaching the Grade 5 students but are openly availabe in any dictonary.

I know in one of the UTSP I have told you the story how I learnd the meaning of “FUCK” but there is an extension version of the story which was not possible to cover in last ustp.

When it was my turn to write the two new words on the school black board, I wrote exactly this with Chalk and Duster:

The Two New Words of Today

1) FUCK: it is a verb, it means to have sexual intercourse with someone. It also mens damaging or ruining something.
2) FORNICATE: it is a verb, it means to have sexual intercourse with someone is not married to.

Usually this was the time that my English teacher would have left his seat, taken a big cane and hit me with the stick as hard as he could and given a written complaint to my parents for miss behavior.
But this was the first time he was so buzy in laughing over the incidnet that he just said, “I am glad I am your English teacher and not your Science teacher.”
The incident did not stop here and as according to basic rule that what ever goes on black board it is also copied down to each and every student note book without askign a single doubt. And thus it happened. Every student copied down the exact two new words and their meaning on their note book for them to learn for that day and take the notes at home.
I hope lot of students had to go through PEP TALKS all because of my stupidity or naughtiness.

Overall there is nothing in particular I have learned in today’s post just like in most of the post I do. But when I re-think the incident, I just wanted to tell you that I was momentarily a leader at that time when I was given the responsibility to learn two words and tech to all the class. Though because of my either ignorance or naughty behavior I miss leaded all the students and made them learn two words that they shouldn’t be learning at that age.
At school everyone had the learning attitude and mistakes can be overriden. But this can happen in real life too. A person not worth being leader can be made momentary leader and you may have to follow the person. As I know I was happy in childhood to do the naughty things and miss-lead the students as I thought it is fun. But in real life if a leader due to his poor sense of judgment or his ignorance guides you in wrong direction or miss-leads you. It is my humble request to please stop re-evaluate if you are doing right by following your leader and then take your final decision.

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Untold Stories 50: The Stories IMPACT

 

Its been 50 weeks since I am writing stories. Some might have made sense or other might be too kiddish or too mature.
Lets take a small tour in a human’s life for the impact of stories.

When I was small. Actually small in indefinite past tense. Thus when I was of age 5 to 10, there was a telecast of serial on Indian Television called SHAKTIMAAN. Yes I have told you about Shaktimaan in previous stories too. (Quick Flash Back: He was Indian Super Hero who could spin and fly, use natural resources and 5 elements of nature form which he and all living creatures are believed to be created and Fight Evil People like every other superhero I came to know afterwards).
But when I was small, And this story was told to me, I actually believed the Superhero is real. There might be several factors for it.
1) It was TV serial. Thus it was on Picture/ Photographic proof. And since the concept of Photoshop or graphics was unknown to me The thing which I saw I assumed to be real.
2) The concept was he was created by 5 elements of nature. And most of Indian mythology also supports the 5 elements theories. Thus I assumed the superhero to be real.
3) He was a good man and fighting evil. Just like a JUST person dose. Thus I assume him to be real.
4) He did not achieve his power by accidents, he did years of “TAPASAYA” i.e Yoga + Spiritual awakening and got the powers. Thus the concept or possibility or hope of “every man achieving his dream by handwork and persistence,” made me believe he was real.
5) When I talked with other kids of my age. EVEN they believed in him. Thus it gave me more confidence that what I believe is true.
There are much more factors but I think you got my point….

I was so influenced by the serial that even I believed that with handwork and persistence, with yoga and spiritual energy, one day Even I can become a Shaktimaan.
I started fighting with elders, spiritual teachers, and even with people which have never ever heard of Shaktimaan, to teach me how to become one. I was so desperate to learn to become shaktimaan that I followed everything he did to have those powers.
I started learning Meditation. I started reading books on awakening of spiritual energy. I started performing yoga. And the funny thing is I was not alone. Thus there was a pressure of competition that I want to become Shaktimann Before everyone else dose.

After some years the story writers and producers of Shaktimaan were shocked on what Impact the presentation has done among the kids. Unlike me there were kids going to extremes to prove their believes are true. Kids, definitely smaller than the age of understanding that i had that time, started climbing roof tops of multi story buildings and shouted “SAVE ME SHAKTIMAAN”
Some went more steps further and JUMPED form the room in the hope that Shaktimaan will save them.
Unfortunately either their hope was not strong or Shaktimaan never existed to save them. Many kids were injured and some lost their life.
The producers of Shakitmaan faced the wrath of parents whose kids were killed because of such a concept. Media started awareness programs. Then The producers had to take an action which was never done before in the history of Kids Series making. They showed an episode called “THE MAKING OF SHAKTIMAAN”

Introduced everyone with Graphic Designing team, The actors, the telecasters and the cameraman. They showed to kids how shaktimaan is made and its for entertainment purpose only. This shattered the dreams of 1000’s and 1000’s of kids. The believe or faith in Shaktimaan was lost. Many followers stopped watching Shaktimaan for ever. But some Iditios like me still continued. But the dream of Becoming Shaktimaan one day has torn into pieces.
I count believe that something GOOD as shaktimaan can cause so much damage. People are committing suicidal jump or following a path which was leading to meeting or becoming shaktimaan before and now leading to nowhere. I was now ashamed to talk with all the people with whom I was fighting that Shaktimaan was real and Please teach me how to become one. When I tell this story to my friends that I was a Shakitmaan believer once, they laugh out a loud.

The serial producers accepted their responsibility and with the kids trusting shaktimaan and the only person they listened to, They introduced a segment in their series that taught kids “GOOD HABITS” Buts that not important for my story today.

Though lengthy and thanks that you are still continuing to read it…let me tell you the main reason of writing today. Stories Change people. They change how people think about any particular topic/ person/ thing/ place/ religion/ community.
Change the story and the perception of target can be changed. A good person can become evil and and evil can become GOD. Its just the matter of how responsible you act to tell a story to your future known.
Telling all good points about someone and hiding all negative can make him seem a good person. Telling all negative points about someone and hiding the positive one makes him seem an evil person. But telling all points you know about the person to your story listener makes the listener an responsible person to take his judgement to self evaluate he/she is good or evil person.

It all depends on what you teach and what they perceive to learn. If teaching about Shaktimaan still continued then Probably people still believed in him and side by side learned some good points like meditation, yoga and self stability, with a slight side-effect that kids committing suicide or fighting or killings in the Name or shakitmaan. But let me get a step ahead that what I am permitted to..
People even do this today. I believed in shakitimaan and fought for him because of the stories which were told to me, I believed he was real. In Today’s scenario, Even after growing up, people follow the stories that they have been told to as real and still follow the figure, person, character or energy form calling it GOD and are still fighting with others saying what they believe is the truth. Exactly like how I did in the past. But everyone takes time to learn their lesson and makes decisions according to their understanding. I am just a story teller and I will continue doing my job.

Thank you for reading to my views and I believe you will be as good story teller and Create a Positive Impact Like Shaktimaan and I DID…ha ha

Happy Week Ahead 🙂
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Untold Stories 49: Discovering LOVE

 

No no no….Not a romantic post at all..

The Truth is..at some part of life phase…even you did it…
Discovering LOVE.
It is said that may Super Mad Scientist, Cr-eaters, Entrepreneurs and Great men were once in LOVE. Then fortunately or unfortunately they have to make the choice between what they love the most and they did continue to pursue it..

As teenager even I had those flux. Initially we try to read all theories “WHAT IS LOVE?”
Try to understand and develop our own meaning to all the literature we have till date about LOVE, Let that be poetry, stories, theories and close life examples we try to engulf all.
The next stage is being little brave and actually having those emotions for another human (or other parallel species if more than humans are ever reading my post in future 😉 )
The next stage is complicated but I can explain in simple words that is COMPARISON.
Some day, I don’t know how but every strong relationship gets through or is constantly going through a phase called Comparison.
At teenage the comparison is by the Tel Series we watch, or the books we read. We try or compare to match the character of our partner with a fictional character which one other writer had written in his ideal state of mind (If he/she have…ha ha)
At more mature age we compare it to the Ideal morals what we think are right. For example MONOGAMY is a moral and Ideal in thinking or most of
20th century mass.(And I am no exception)

The comparison with reality sometimes gives us momentary happiness. Thinking I got the exact partner which I was aiming for. Or sometimes in most cases puts us under tremendous remorse. “I dint think you are like this, or I dint imagine you will do like this or You are not the one what I have thought you are to be,” There have been cases when a person completes changes and looses his true identity just to be with his/her partner or other way round, being in a relationship one person changes the other to certain extent that he/she looses his actual identity who initially he/she was before the realtionship or in reality is/would be.

With a very older mental age we discover that LOVE was a myth. And to accept it or live in that myth is our own choice. Currently I am not even close to get that theory right.

But with some failure in relations in past in long term regression of emotions versus reality I realized, I missed out lot of moments in life. When I rethink What I was, What I am and What I could Have done in that situation better.

I disconnected with my first girlfriend without giving her a proper reasoning. I was so angry on her for some years that I passed the grief to many of the people who try to come close to me as I never wanted to be venerable again. I was more stable when someone accepted the pain i created with a happy face and gave me a smile when we departed. The funny thing is I don’t even remember the person’s name who actually made a big change in my life.

As in Beginning I said this is not a Romantic post and I am still kinda stick on my word, I would just like to pass one last message in this post to myself or every little human being who think who can take a point of the little mistakes I did and even he/she will be doing in future…

Don’t Miss the small moments. How so ever small they are, happiness, sadness, anger, frustration, joy, remorse what ever the feeling is…Just experience it in the moments. LIVE IT. If you cant understand this whole 49th post is all about…No worries Take a joint and read it again…
I am running out of contents to write on my blog now that I am expressing..may be that’s why I am playing with you now…
Ha Ha…Na I am kidding…

I would say again, The Myth, Moral, or the Ideal things you are running behind is not really the person you choose. IF you are Discovering LOVE in your own imagination saying its my way or the highway. You May find momentary happiness, enjoy it, make memories. As if at all there is a Myth called ‘True LOVE’ you will get addicted to the person how so ever he/she is. You would not want him/her to change. And contradicting my partial last statement, The person will change to accommodate the new realtionship.
A CHANGE OF CHOICE is in fact NO CHANGE AT ALL….

Enjoy My Loved ones…

Have a great week ahead..

‪#‎tapishdongre‬ ‪#‎utsp‬

Untold Stories 48: The Breaking Balloon

 

Ohhh…Good to be Back…!!!!!
I was doing more than 48 hours a week job in field of SECURITY. Whole day standing at one particular place, wish people, make observation and keep thinking, creating stories in mind.

One particular day, I saw one small girl probably age 3 to 5, was playing with a Big balloon with her father. All the time she use to push the balloon upwards, yes she was successful in doing so as the balloon was very lighter in weight that I was able to observe. Then due to its own weight and crossing the friction in air and pull of gravity, the balloon use to come down. Other times she use to throw this balloon towards her father and the balloon use to dash back to her after bouncing on her father’s head. For a robotic field of view this made no sense. There was no level of game-play, no competition and no difficulty to set in this game what she was playing and no reward system but still I could see JOY in her face every time the Balloon reaches her back and she gets the chance to throw it back in air. She was happy to do this again and again and again….

Rarely this play toy i.e Balloon use to come down taking direction of wind and then she use to miss the catch. Even after that the small girl was happy chasing after it. Then by running after the balloon she again got the hold of her toy and started throwing upwards. I could miss my childhood but I am sure I wont enjoy the game-play now as I had remember whats going to happen in next few moments. If you were a balloon player this must have happened with you too. Due to repeated memory or your experience that you cal it.. even you know what is going to happen in this situation even before I write or you read it. But lets assume u dint read my last line and pretend nothing serious point I ever strike in your memory and lets continue with the story..

After some time and several time passing the Balloon upwards in air and catching again, the Balloon lost its elasticity. And lets not blame it on the cruel rock sitting on road doing nothing and now hurting/pricking the only girls play toy; The BALLOON BURS-TED. And now all the air trapped in the Balloon released to the atmosphere creating an Equilibrium with the Atmospheric pressure. Scientifically and in Robotic view its amusing right??? But I saw, the moment this incident occurred, little girl started Crying out a loud. She held the Dead Remains of her Balloon (as if the Balloon was alive in first place) and ran towards her father as if some big loss has taken place. May be in her environment it is a big loss but that I am no one to judge. She ran towards her father and hugged him crying that Daddy The Balloon is NO more.

Her father hugged her back and took the Balloon away from her. Consoled her. (The voices/dialogues I couldn’t hear as I was standing little far from them and air resistance made it impossible for what the father was saying). The girl cried it for a while. Then Controlling her emotions and accepting her loss as real she stopped crying and then walked away in other direction from where they have come.

Standing and working and being in the routine for earning money for bread and survival almost made me into Robotic view, but little of my past memories still confirmed that I am a human when I recollected this has occurred in past too. When I was small, I use to play with Balloon and Then The balloon busted, being small I was not shameful in crying out a loud and taking the dead remains of Balloon to my parents or grandparents. Showing them the Balloon is gone and its no more. Then I remember they use to Carry the Dead remains of the Balloon away form me. Find a place in the Balloon rubber which his big enough to make swell it back. Fill air, tied a not and give me back saying the Big Balloon is now transferred into Baby Balloon, take a good care of it. Parents gave it a funny name called “Ti-cha-kula” And I use to get back in the happy world that the loss is bearable now as Balloon is still alive.

I could just observe that on those days when we were small Parents use to give hope to the young kids that even if the game play is small and even if there is loss, there is still hope that things can be rebuilt. There is no pressure, no need to cry on the current loss and take your steps further in future and some day build your own big world.
This hope keeps the humanity in me alive, and even I’ll try my best to keep the light of hope alive in my future generations that even if they fail in future they will remember the Bursting Balloon and hold the hope to accept the reality and continue more strongly keeping their baby steps into the BIG WORLD.

Good Day EVERYONE, Happy Week AHEAD 🙂

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Untold Stories 46: Stealing is a Crime???

 

Ohhh, its feels so good to be back on writing, Happy New Year Everyone, So lets get the words Rolling 🙂..

One of the principle lesson taught at schools and as well as home that ‘Stealing is Bad’. And whenever the terms law and rules were explained to us when we were very very small, somewhere the sentence rings the bell “Stealing is a Crime”
More we grew up with the sentence more we tend to believe its true, more we learn more we tend to accept it as a moral. Even I did the same, I did followed the principle and hated the steals or robbers considering them bad people until and unless I was put in their shoes.

I think this is not the usual way I start the stories, but let me to take you to wonderland, Long Long ago, before all the merchandise came, water was free. Food grew on plants, trees and other food kept running on ground (for all non veg lovers 🙂 ). Goods and commodities were created or extracted by individuals form nature and exchanged with appreciation. We the humans were called wanderers, gathers and pre-form of Society. When Society formed every person or group found a way to look down on others, to protect their belongings, and expertise in one skill and serve others. Even at that time Skills of individuals were appreciated. By words or Gifts the Services were exchanged. And to create the concept of equal exchange, the Concept of MONEY was introduced. And here we are today in a world that creator of Money, we humans now bow down to it.

Still both the above paras are confusing?
I think person story will be more beneficial. So the story goes

All my childhood, I followed the principle of Personalization, My school friends might have faced my wrath even when they try to touch my belonging without my permission. Even when I was in College I believed the concept of me, mine and sometimes only mine. I don’t take other’s belongings and so dose others should follow. Not going to the place I am not invited in was the basic manners I followed. Until I met bunch of Idiots and named our group “Stifflers”. Just for a change in groups we did all the things which was against the mannerism which I was taught. And I kinda enjoyed it. Going for places where even I was not Invited in was explained by a simple sentence, “IF you are BORN on this PLANET, You are INVITED my Friend”

Stealing is Crime, But “whats created by NATURE belongs to NO-ONE.” and what belongs to No-one Belongs to EVERYONE. Thus in a fun way I was somewhere in-between the line of sanity and mischief. In group it was all a different cause and different believe system. But when It came to individual surviving in future, that was the point where my actual decision making will be involved. In next years after my graduation, I came to Australia to pursue Post-graduation. 1st Semester was luxurious but as the time passed, The Money I earned by Job was not sufficient to hold my stay in Australian living. Asking money form home was not an option as Conversion form Rupee to Dollar left nothing on my hand. It was days where I had to re-think, Is stealing a crime???.
The Day became bad financially and time came, where I use to steal a Glass of milk form my housemates, (if you reading this, sorry guys) and Sometimes eat what ever was left by the Guest Checkouts at the hotel I was working as Housekeeper. Morally I was broken down as I couldn’t maintained the principles which I was been practicing for all my life before. Either I was doing wrong by stealing food for survival or there is something wrong in the system.
The food which was free in past, is now commercially grown and thus we have to pay for it. The water which was free in rivers now have a price of Minimum 3$ in a bottle. Even the money what we created and on top of that we claim to earn is Taxed for the benefit for all. I know you all in head have possible logical educated answers to my sentences, but then I urge to ask you again to re-think and re-evaluate is Stealing is Really a CRIME?

Currently I am part of system and wind of bad days is turned over, I again earning enough to have a luxurious life and have lust of earning more and more. But still couldn’t stand a hungry person in front of me, and still couldn’t bare a though that Somewhere in this planet, there is a student just like me, struggling to earn hard, struggling for his bread, and when in bad times have been thinking to move his hand looking left and right that no one watches him/her taking the food. And in his mind Deciding, “IS STEALING IS A CRIME????”

Have a thought & Enjoy your week ahead smile emoticon
Regards
Tapish
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Untold Stories 45: Can We FIX it??? YES we CAN !!!!!

 

World is not a perfect place, It never was and it may never will be.

May be the first line is a pessimist in me speaking but sometimes I take my time to even listen to the pessimistic side of me, as i don’t want to neglect any side of my inner voice.

Working as Security Officer takes me various places. And many a times to places where I have all the time in the world to observe minute things happening around me and to think and re-think on the prospects of how this day is being useful to me or what I can learn form here. Then at some hours I recalculate or filter the thoughts into main categories, One which are Important to me and Second Which are not.

Recently I have been allotted construction sites where I have a chance to observe and sometimes interact with Construction Workers.
Each construction workers has special or unique skills which all over make the team workable. And the jokes followed throughout the day are uncontrollably awesome that makes my day to continue going on site. Ya sometimes swearing also takes place but these guys have an awesome attitude that reduces the work load stress and all are back to work.

This story happened just a day ago. As per the last plan they had, all construction workers fixed tiles and Fire Extinguisher as explained to them. After the work was done, the head contractor came and observed that the wiring which was suppose to be beneath the tiles has been done not according to plan and even Fire Extinguisher has been mounted on the wrong side of door (the opposite of what is planed now is the right side explained by operation planner – as I don’t have knowledge about left or right or which side is correct to keep fire extinguisher, I wont publish the correct side and let the Contractor decide)
But the mistakes involved can be only be fixed now by completely undo the construction these guys were doing form past 3 days. That involves removing the tiles and cutting a whole segment of wall to refit the fire extinguisher on the other side. By this insistence I was reminded by the kids show me and my sis use to watch in childhood. Or actually speaking I was forced to watch as we had only one color TV in our house that time which played all channels and thus we got to take chances and watch shows. Thus by force or choice I had experience of watching the kids show BOB THE BUILDER and this dialogue was always repeated on the show “Can we Fix it?” to which the reply came “YES WE CAN”
The construction workers used some kinda adult version of this dialogue. “Can we Fu***ng Fix It?” To which the Construction workers replied, “Yes we are getting paid more to do this job again, thus Yes We Can.” Probably in next two days they will fix the issue. As I am not assigned my next shift there so I wont be able to watch the reaming construction.
Point to note here is Instead of getting more angry, instead of being sad about the happenings around. The construction workers decided to work on the problems again and try to fix the issue as per new plan.

Probably life is similar, lot of problems, lot of ups and downs and the world is the same. Then it comes back to my inner voice, “The World is not an Perfect place, it never was and may be it never will be” to which I say out a loud, Who needs a perfect world. Its all about my attitude towards the world, I just have to plan for the day and the day ahead. And Say

CAN I FIX IT??……Haha ha you know the rest.

Cheers everyone, Have a Good Day Ahead

Untold Stories 44: Quality vs. Being First

 

Most of the Comparative examples are Quality vs. Quantity, but let me re-define the trend is changed now. It’s mostly Quality vs. Being First.

To make any product efficient, proper or in the well known terms Qualitative it consumes time. And we all know by your own experiences of calculation that Time is MONEY in many senses. Whereas Quantitative progression also consumes time but finds its easy economical ways to reach out to individuals.

One of the races me and my friends have is to either experience the quality, standard of life or be there first to experience making some compromises. I hate the word Compromise at it lead to no choice but learning more from life I realize we can also take advantages if we choose the right Compromise. More reading about life of Steve Jobs and his Competitors I learned that THE ART of COMPROMISE is a thing lacked by Steve which took him to heights and also falls of his journey. So best outcome is to learn the art of Compromise and CHOOSE to take it or not.

Above two paragraph might be somewhat overhead material for the readers thus I will simplify it in a form of Story.

Me and My sister always had a competition of watching Movies First. Let that be first day first show release on the nearest theater or the first telecast of premiere of any show. We had competition of grabbing it first and then blabbering to world about it that we have actually experience it.

This competition became more and more interesting when we starting living separate, when I was doing my engineering and she her schooling. Me spending my time at rented houses, or in a different state during my college – post college life and she living with parents. Both had pros and cons to access the movies and shows. When my friend Bhratlal joined me in most of my adventure to watch movies his choice was always to go for Quality. High Definition Prints of movies or preferably watching on Big Screen.
The taste of quality was drowning me which in overall time can be calculated as going towards betterment. But the race with my sister was still on. The race became intense when we both got crazily attracted towards an Animated Series called “NARUTO”, the drawback was its first release was on Japan and it released in India or other countries probably after 6 months. This clause made us both lag behind all the people who already saw the movie in Japan. And as social media connects worldwide now, thus our mates at Japan spreading word about the experience of movie series Naruto six months ahead of us definitely made us jealous. Lagging behind was not an option. Thus the solution was PIRACY which gave us the option of Being FIRST again or at least know what the world is talking about after experiencing the movie.

Definitely PIRACY is illegal but if a movie due to its quality or distribution fails to reach us, its their lack that the customers demand is not fulfilled by the Producers or distributors. If Naruto was Released in India, I am sure of all Naruto Fans, Me and My sis were the first to book and PAY for the Premiere of the movie. But that time Piracy was the only option.
Thus the right compromise still made us won the completion of watching the movies first. When I reached Australia, I first won the race to watch Naruto Part 10 watching it on theater paying 16$ at event cinemas. I won with both Quality and Being First as Naruto copyrights were very strict about piracy but in latest release Naruto Part 11, she again won as the print was leaked for few days. The race is still on….
Overall today here in Australia Watching a Hindi Movie is a difficult task as all movies don’t have world wide release and thus Piracy is again gives the best option to me to BE THE FIRST again.
Today most of world raising voice against PIRACY must also raise voice to good Distribution of movies. MOVIES and SHOWS at your desktop, on your laptop on your mobile device on the Day of its RELEASE.
As the race is not Quality vs Quantity

IT’S NOW THE RACE OF QUALITY VS BEING FIRST…..

Happy Day Guys

Have a Good Week Ahead 🙂

 

 

Untold Stories 40 : The Language Deaf

(Sorry guy, just working on some other projects and not able to come every Monday to post UTSP, but I will make sure every week this site is updated – Tapish Dongre)

This story is particularly told on various platforms of language and learning classes and I would tell you my version of it.

Once a lady of sub Asian region gets her first visa to go to Prestigious University of America. She gets her visa approved on a exceptional basis that she had the highest academic scores of her region. She topped in all subjects and thus wanted to discover what more she can do with the skills she has. Acceptance to a World renounced University for higher studies brings both joy and sadness in her family. Joy for the progress and sadness for the distance separating between her and her relatives. With full enthusiasm she boards the plane and lands in a new country. New country new rules, New way of living which she is ready to adapt. And this adoption goes on a faster level with new technology being already acquired theoretically in her primary education. After a month or two, the results of primary examination comes out. She scores the least marks of her class. Calculation, Science, History or Language, she looses her marks in all. As being an international student, her case is forwarded to Authorities concerning the academic growth. The panel of four members checks for her entry requirement in the class and is again astonished that even in subject like English, she scored 92 out of 100 which is a difficult score to gain. Without further delay the panel asks her first question, ” Our university comes form the top 100 universities of the world. We do our best to teach students the latest theoretical and practical guidance as best we could. But your scores seems dropping. Can we know do you have any problem that we can work out?”

To this the girl starts staring at the panel and gives no reply.

The panel asks again, “Dear let me re-frame, Can we help you by any other means that can boost up your marks? Is the teaching going well in your class”

The girl is again quite.

This time one member of the board gets quite grumpy and raises his voice and shouts, “Are you Deaf? Can you Hear What we are asking you?”

The girl is quite again and let me tell you form here, The girl was Deaf. Not Deaf by physical attributes but a “LANGUAGE DEAF”

She has learned English in her own Dialects and not by the way it is spoken in the university she is into. Yes it is true that English is the most spoken language throughout the globe but along the history English has developed numerous number of dialects separated by region or time. Thus Even after being academically having highest marks in region, she was practically deaf in all the classes of university as what ever the lecturer use to say in class was never being understood by the brain of this little girl.

This is a very old story and now various steps has been taken to irradiate this issue, but truly speaking the problem still persist. Very recently my co-worker and friend Bhavesh Patel told me another very funny incident what happened not too long ago in our working history. A Manager with primary English language decent gave instructions to her staff, the staff was language deaf and thus was not able to understand the instructions and thus did some work which was not suppose to be done. After finding out the mistake Manager came and inquired the staff the reason of the mistake and then the staff started explaining in her own accent what happened in the working arena. After the whole explanation Manager was still confused as she did not understand even a word coming out of staff. The co-worker of staff re-explained the matter to Manager and then she took over. After a while the co-worker asked the staff, what you told she didn’t understand at all. To which the staff replied,

Dekho Didi, Maine Jo Bolna tha maine Bold Dia, Ab Manager nahi samze wo unka Problem hai”  🙂 lol.

Translation : “Sister, I spoke what happened at the working site completely, she dint understand its not my problem, its her’s.”

The joke was funny for us as this was the first ever example where the Manager was Language Deaf, and most of the time the case is reverse. 🙂

Concluding this article, I can only advice, learn different accents, different dialects, try again and again to hear what other dialect person is speaking, as  in no time, human brain gets the rhythm and learns any language or dialect with repetitive practice. Speaking for Experience, as Even I was a Language Deaf 🙂

Happy Day Guys, Happy Week Ahead 🙂

Untold Stories 39: Resolution

In Micro-Biology we learned, Resolution is the ability to distinguish two points placed very closed to each other as separate. In other terms we clearly observe that two closest object when placed together though can look alike or same when watched with a distance and closer we move or with the help of right tools we can see they are either two different objects, matter or perception.

Let me give you a scenario: On a beautiful Sunday morning, You are on a Beach watching far off mountain with your naked eye, appreciating the view you wonder the colours brown and green on distinct mountains adds up to the view of the Blue Sea with the rise of sun. But when you take your binoculars and see that the green colours on mountain are not random colours but Tall Tree leaves which you just mistaken for simple greenery. When you use Telescope to see more clearly, now you are able to see that there are separate distant species of trees and the colour green differs in shades among the leaves of different flora present on mountain. Curiosity drags you to sail your mini boat and you reach the other shore just to see the mountains very closely. Now you witness different types of plants some grown to the height of below your knees and rest above your shoulders. Taking one leaf, you may observe the design and random lines drawn on leaves. If you had a microscope you would have observed that the leaf has various elements pores other features which were never possible to observe when you were standing at the other shore looking at mountain form a far off end. More technology applied and more and more Resolution can be available to observe, learn and witness the microbial change in front of your eyes.

The similar analogy can be treated when a person’s view point is considered. The more and more we understand the more are we able to differentiate between two points as distinct. Thus in a way Education is the tool which improves our resolution. In schools kids learn step by step various views, concepts, theories and thoughts that was yet studied or proposed. With my knowledge till date, I haven’t learned something which was never pre-existing. In other words, what my elders learned long years back when they were discovering those time, I am discovering them now. In the analogy comparison, trying new tools, sailing to the mountain to actually experience the plants. As my elders had theirs chance to try new tools, in future even I would be discovering something un-resolved. But the fact is to consider that acceptance of new concepts and theories requires time. The breakage of previews views to establish a new one.

I quote this example many times that in Class 3rd we learned Sun comes form the east and sets in west. And only after class 5th we were able to accept the concept that on a comparative relative scale, Sun doesn’t move east to west, actually earth rotates and we experience the moment of sun limited to our view point. I guess I am giving too much scientific info and I should limit myself in this article only about the Resolution. My point is there is an age to learn all concepts, if you teach violence, sex and politics to a 5 year old, either he will get it wrong or not understand at all. But with time and more eagerness to learn, the kid will grow into an responsible adult with might be more Resolution than we have with us now.

Thus with Time I have faith that we will learn more things. Some discovered by other people and some not discovered at all. And I just request the people who were still at the Beautiful Beach on a Sunday morning looking at the greenery of the mountain, Take your first binocular or start your sail.

Wishes for a wonderful week ahead

Happy Day 🙂

Untold Stories 38 : Inspiration Among Us

Usually we get inspired by watching a video presentation, movie, speech or reading media which mostly provides us with an example of a success story where one person or a group could achieve the impossible, people often use the phrase the word impossible can be spilt into I am Possible. Personally speaking in my teenage I use to watch several videos and in my college days which makes us to dream that I am going out to the world and I am built to follow my dreams, to follow my passion and make a meaningful change in the society. The most inspirational series I started in my teenage and I still follow is Naruto which kept in me the spirit plus fantasy alive, the can do attitude and will of fire. But when it came to real world, Fantasy shatters the moment we keep our feet on ground. Back in India My Vice Chancellor was the first to de-motivate me. I also rememberOmkar Vinchure was also challenged that he will never get a job after having B.Tech Degree, which he proved wrong, and now it was my turn. After coming to Australia, and learning cooperate demand supply rule, I was again little demotivated that I joined Biotech to make the high-tech resources available to common man, and was told by course coordinator that in-spite of several good people working for various cause, the high end companies work for money and thus small diseases like malaria and various small viruses are been preserved and modulated among the population so that the money cycle keeps flowing. After loosing the purpose of motivation that future will have more challenges sometimes my mind trends to give up thinking that all those motivation was for waste, wonderland only exist in fiction stories, and in real world, the powerful always wins, though right or wrong.
I cannot see future…and has very less idea about what’s going to happen next…thus I have a habit to look into past….
The story of one of my primary-school classmate, always motivates me. It made me believe that even at Real world though small but change is possible.
In Class IVth to IXth, we KV school pupils were told to read out a loud in front of whole class a para or two of the lesson we are learning that day. That was most fun part of learning for me that I use to wait for my chance to read and spread my loud voice throughout the class. In class Vth we had a new student named Nabhila Ambekar, when asked to read a para in English, she use to stuck at every three words, I remember everyone laughed at her and she dint even complete her para and sat down. We were eager to know more and waited for HINDI class and even in Hindi she use to stuck in reading every three to four words. Everyone laughed at her again. Initially she did not have much friends thus kept it to herself. I knew little late that she use to live just two houses next to mine and seldom use to play outside like we all children use to. Everyday we use to wait for her chance to read out a loud, once she miss pronounced the word “Cycorax” as “XEROX” and for that day me and my friends called Xerox as CYCORAX (form the famous Shakespeare Novel The Tempest, the person who looked like a fish)
Just after two weeks we were all astonished to see, the girl who use to stuck at reading every two to three words started reading both English and Hindi para fluently with proper pronunciation. Teachers were impressed with the change and Students had no point for Laughing.
This was the first time for me to watch peer pressure made a positive change. And I am sure the time we use to play outside and watch television, she must have used to practice and practice loud reading to gain her classmate’s respect and shut the laughing audience, which she did.
Unfortunately, due to my rude behaviour in past we might not be friends today but her behaviour towards learning will always be my motivation. In real life, practice and persistence can clear all the boundaries between you and your goal.
Thus Some day In future, I would be a Industrial Biotechnologist along with a Motivational Writer and You will be the person You want to be…
Because in Real life….. IT IS POSSIBLE… 🙂